{"id":784,"date":"2021-04-24T10:32:15","date_gmt":"2021-04-24T17:32:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=784"},"modified":"2021-04-24T10:32:15","modified_gmt":"2021-04-24T17:32:15","slug":"layers-fan-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=784","title":{"rendered":"Layers Fan Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"

The summer sun burned high overhead – the Eye of Sauron trapped between the edges of the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig groaned, wiped sweat from his brow and flung it away before shading his eyes to stare at the baleful orb.\u00a0 Sweat lined his back from where the backpack touched his body.\u00a0 He walked slowly, knowing his dad would be waking soon for his shift at the mill.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Fucking Lenny,” Craig groused, kicking a rock in his path.\u00a0 He wiped his fingers through the short hair on the side of his head with a sigh.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He’d known Lenny his entire life.\u00a0 Had grown up with him and bonded with him due to their shitty parents.\u00a0 Left to their own devices most of their life with other kids teasing them for how poor they dressed or how they couldn’t afford lunch most days, they’d fought back.\u00a0 And kept fighting back.\u00a0 Until they found themselves settling into a life of bullying.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Until Craig found a job a few months ago.\u00a0 Being around other adults and teenagers his age, right on the cusp of adulthood, let him see what lay beyond the madness of school.\u00a0 Nobody cared.\u00a0 They didn’t care about any of the school drama – just how to keep their boss from yelling at them for going too slow.\u00a0 Now he dreamed of putting away a little money every day until he had enough saved to get his own little apartment to get away from his father.\u00a0 Maybe even getting an apprenticeship somewhere for more money.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And away from Lenny, maybe.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Stupid Lenny,” Craig said with a sigh.\u00a0 He’d punched Jonathon Brenner for laughing like a braying donkey and Craig had made the mistake of being around him when it happened.\u00a0 The vice principal had sent both of them home for the day despite Craig not being involved.\u00a0 He’d even mumbled out a quiet ‘sorry’ to Jonathon as he left.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A yard sign drew his attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Estate sale, huh?” Craig said, scratching his jaw and the few dark hairs he’d been able to grow.\u00a0 He’d expected to grow a beard when he’d turned eighteen but so far his body was letting him down.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He glanced down the side street to see people wandering around a yard strewn with objects and more walking in and out of the house.\u00a0 The three story home loomed over the surrounding homes.\u00a0 It was painted dark blue, nearly black, with cracked white paint outlining the windows.\u00a0 He looked down the street to his house far in the distance but then touched his back pocket to feel his wallet.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig turned down the street, gripping the straps of his backpack with his arms bent.\u00a0 Plodding along.\u00a0 Sweat poured down his chest and over his bulging stomach, a constant reminder for him to lose weight.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Items lay on tables spread throughout the lawn.\u00a0 He looked at them while walking around but they were mostly plates and utensils and other household goods he wasn’t interested in.\u00a0 Once he’d completed a circuit around the yard, he made his way inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Ah, that’s good stuff,” he said when the air conditioning rolled over him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The house was <\/span>packed<\/i><\/b> with things for sale, including the furniture itself.\u00a0 He walked to an ancient grandfather clock, hypnotized by the soft whisk-tick-whisk-tick-whisk-tick-whisk sound it made.\u00a0 It was strangely soothing and the polished, dark wood only added to the effect.\u00a0 As if he were transported into the past, when the world was slower.\u00a0 Calmer.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He roused himself and continued, walking through the house as if walking through history, rifling through 8 track tapes and records as well as boxes of old photos.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Stairs creaked when he made his way into the basement.\u00a0 It was empty and, for a moment he worried he wasn’t supposed to be down there.\u00a0 Nothing had tags but things were still laid out.\u00a0 He walked around until he stood before a tall box.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig opened the box and then stepped back while letting it close quickly with a snap.\u00a0 Licking his lips, he looked around the cool room and then opened the box again.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A blow-up doll stared back at him.\u00a0 He laughed, suddenly and sharply.\u00a0 Everything else seemed so dignified but here this was, hidden away.\u00a0 It sagged in its container and he could see others behind it but the first one held his attention.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Once more he licked his lips.\u00a0 And pondered.\u00a0 He wasn’t handsome and his reputation at school didn’t do him any favors, leaving him still a virgin.\u00a0 He’d seen pocket vaginas and other fancy things but never dared spend the money on them.\u00a0 Everything was priced low here.\u00a0 Surely he could afford this and wouldn’t have to worry about ordering something online for his dad to find accidentally.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Someone else used this, though, man.\u00a0 Gross,” he said but his voice was an uncertain whisper.\u00a0 She was pretty, even with the sagging rubber face.\u00a0 He reached a finger out, curling it into a hook in order to touch her face.\u00a0 It almost felt like real skin and that only made it more exciting.\u00a0 A string of fake pearls shifted around “her” neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He could hide it under his bed, he knew.\u00a0 His dad never checked his room.\u00a0 He barely even talked to him.\u00a0 And with him working through the night, there was plenty of time where he could be alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“It’s a dumb idea,” he said but he touched the thing’s cheek again.\u00a0 Caressing it.\u00a0 A strange, faint ache filled him, beneath his chest.\u00a0 He swallowed and touched his sternum, tapping it gently.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before he could change his mind, he closed the box and lifted it, carrying it beneath his right arm as he walked up the stairs to head outside to the man sitting behind a table.\u00a0 He was dressed in a suit with a fake smile plastered on his face and a large cashbox beside him.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Hey, whatcha got there?” the man asked.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>Craig looked around, suddenly ashamed of what he was doing but he’d gone too far to turn back so he lay the box down on the table.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I don’t see any tag on it,” the man said, frowning as he checked the sides.\u00a0 “Where’d you find it?”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“The basement,” Craig told him as his cheeks brightened in the oppressive heat.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>“Ohhh, that’s why,” the man said.\u00a0 “Yeah, I haven’t gone through that yet.\u00a0 I didn’t think anyone would go down there.\u00a0 Well, that’s fine.\u00a0 Let me, oh.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He stared into the opened box while Craig fidgeted.\u00a0 The man reached in with his pen to shift things around slightly.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Well,” the man laughed.\u00a0 “I guess there’s some things I <\/span>really <\/i><\/b>don’t want to know about my grandfather.\u00a0 Ten bucks and it’s yours.\u00a0 I don’t know what it’s worth and I don’t <\/span>wanna<\/i><\/b> know what it’s worth or what it is exactly.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig fumbled for his wallet before pulling out a twenty dollar bill. He closed the box’s lid while the man grabbed change and held it out.<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>“Thanks,” the young man said.\u00a0 “I’m here all day and probably tomorrow if you want to come back.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Yeah, sure,” Craig lied, taking the money to store it while lifting the box.\u00a0 The tips of his ears felt like someone had pinched them hard enough to hurt.\u00a0 He wanted out as quickly as possible so he could sit in his quiet room without all these people staring at him and judging him.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The walk home was arduous and the cumbersome box only made it worse. His fingers hurt from gripping the lid hard and his knuckles were pure white.\u00a0 He kept seeing, in his imagination, the box flying open and the doll flopping out for everyone to see.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh, thank Christ,” Craig gasped when he saw the empty spot where his dad always parked.\u00a0 He grabbed his keys from his pocket with the box balanced on his foot against the outside wall while he unlocked the door and rushed inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was cool and quiet and dark and only then did he start to relax.\u00a0 Yet his heart beat faster as he remembered what he held.\u00a0 He kicked off his shoes before walking past the living room and into the bedroom where he lay the box down on the floor by his bed.\u00a0 Despite being home alone, he closed and locked his bedroom door, or tried to lock it before remembering, not for the first time, that his dad had broken the lock years ago in a fit of rage.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He rummaged through his closet to find the old pump that came with the Dollar Store soccer ball his dad bought him for his ninth birthday, laying it beside the box once he pulled it out.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now Craig opened the box.\u00a0 He reached beneath the doll to pull it out and lay it on his bed, stretching it out as if she were sleeping on the bed.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Why would a blow-up doll have clothes?” he asked himself while staring at her.\u00a0 “Or shoes?”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Her deflated feet were covered by rubbery red heels while her body and legs were hidden by a navy blue dress with white polka dots that reached down past her knees.\u00a0 He sat beside the doll and touched the pearls, lifting them to see how each were attached to her neck.\u00a0 Unlike the rest of the outfit, the necklace felt solid to the touch.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With a look towards his closed door, he lifted the hem of her dress and grunted when it barely pulled away from her body.\u00a0 He pulled at it and turned her over on the bed to tug at the clothing but it was sealed to her.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Aw, fuck,” Craig sighed.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It wasn’t a blow-up doll at all.\u00a0 And now, with it turned on its “stomach” he saw the back was completely open, all the way to the head with a shiny zipper edging the opening.\u00a0 The legs and arms were hollow.\u00a0 Craig reached in, pressing his fingers into the head.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All empty.\u00a0 As if to be worn.\u00a0 But the eyes were solid, not clear; there was no way to see out.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Well, that’s a fucking waste of money,” he groaned with disgust, balling it up and shoving it into the box.\u00a0 He kicked the box under his bed with a mental note to throw it away in the dumpster outside Quick-E-Chicken at the end of the block\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig grabbed his backpack, digging through it until he found his math book.\u00a0 He’d dreamed of becoming an electrician and he’d decided he’d need to be better at math for that to work.\u00a0 He easily lost himself in his homework until he finished math and moved onto English.\u00a0 An essay was due at the end of the week and he’d only just barely come up with an introduction.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The evening wore on while Craig studied and worked until he got ready for bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Only when he was lying down with his eyes closed did he remember the doll.\u00a0 Or whatever it was.\u00a0 She <\/span>was<\/span><\/i> pretty, whatever she was supposed to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Something for an old movie?” he muttered, staring at the wall beside his bed through half closed eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He tried to imagine why an actress would wear something like that but nothing came to mind.\u00a0 They would just hire someone they needed, wouldn’t they?\u00a0 He thought he could see her with his eyes closed, swirling in her blue dress with her hands out at her sides.\u00a0 Smiling at him.\u00a0 And once more, his chest ached as he fell asleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig jerked awake from a strange dream that faded as quickly as his eyes opened.\u00a0 He looked down to see himself hard but he pushed at it while rubbing his temples.\u00a0 There’d been… something.\u00a0 Someone.\u00a0 A feeling of warmth that melted away.\u00a0 He shook his head and got ready for school while listening to his dad snoring.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The day passed with Craig avoiding Lenny at every possibility until his friend tracked him down.\u00a0 He shook his head when asked what was wrong and whether he was avoiding him and then did his best to keep his friend out of trouble until the day was over.\u00a0 He rushed home then, to dress for work at Quick-E-Chicken.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig’s foot bumped the box beneath his bed while he buttoned his work shirt.\u00a0 He blinked and looked down at it to see the rubbery arm hanging out of the opening with the hand against the floor.\u00a0 He’d forgotten about it completely.\u00a0 For a moment he considered grabbing it to throw it away but he was already late so left it alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Work was busy, as always, cooking food for customers and occasionally chatting with his coworkers.\u00a0 They were older than him and it was almost like they lived in an entirely different dimension.\u00a0 Their paths had taken them somewhere else and they were able to banter easily back and forth while he quietly stood by, soaking it in and trying to find the right time to speak up.\u00a0 To belong.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When he was done with his half shift, he clocked out and headed home with a bag of food.\u00a0 One of the “perks” of working at the fast food restaurant.\u00a0 One free meal a shift.\u00a0 He ate while working on his homework, brushing crumbs away from his papers before the grease soaked in.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bedtime came quickly and he shuffled out of the bathroom with a yawn.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The arm still lay out of the box.\u00a0 He frowned at it before pulling the box from beneath the bed to open it and lift the strange thing free.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He felt more frustrated than usual.\u00a0 Jennifer, one of his coworkers, was a little older than him and he had a massive crush on her, despite the fact that she had a boyfriend.\u00a0 They didn’t often share the same shift but, when they did, he caught himself staring more than he should.\u00a0 Which, thankfully, she didn’t notice.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig held the rubber woman out in front of him by the arms, as if she sat on his lap with her legs against his shins and her open back against his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

An idea took root within him but he blushed at the thought of it.\u00a0 Still, the house was empty and he hated the idea of wasting his money.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The boy lay the rubber suit aside in order to strip out of his clothes, dropping them in a pile on the floor beside the box.\u00a0 He was hard now and it left him feeling slightly ashamed, despite nobody else being present.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He sat and took the suit in hand once more, lowering it in order to slip his right foot inside.\u00a0 It was warm, more so than the surrounding air and a small part of his brain registered the strangeness of that.\u00a0 He gathered the “skin” of the suit’s leg in one hand while pushing his foot down as far as it could go.\u00a0 Since it was rubbery, he’d expected it to grab at his skin and hair but it slid smoothly, allowing him to get his toes down into the suit’s foot.\u00a0 The heel filled out and stretched as he pulled until it was strained around him.\u00a0 He ignored it and pressed his left foot inside, sliding it down in the same way.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig gasped.\u00a0 The suit held him tightly, compressing with the perfect amount of pressure and it was still warm but not uncomfortably so.\u00a0 He looked down at it, at the way the dress lay over his bare thighs.\u00a0 The incongruity of his throbbing cock with the hairless “flesh” of the suit as well as the dress and strange heels was disconcerting.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Still, he could feel it serving its purpose.\u00a0 He’d had the idea to masturbate while wearing the legs to give the illusion of a woman being there with him and now he felt himself growing even more aroused.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His skin stirred.\u00a0 Tiny hairs lifted and he shivered as goosebumps lifted over his body.\u00a0 A warm finger traced over his spine, forcing him to sit straight.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh!” he gasped again when the ghostly finger ran along his nape.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He touched himself and his chest lifted when his breathing quickened.\u00a0 He slid his legs out to stare at them while stroking but his eyes strayed to the suit.\u00a0 To the flopping arms.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig blinked once, twice and then lifted one of the arms.\u00a0 The hands were delicate little things with long, fake nails painted crimson to match the lipstick she “wore.”\u00a0 He held the chest of the suit to slide his right arm in, stretching the rubber and then flexing his fingers until he found the proper holes for each of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh, wow,” he said, staring at the way his arm looked.\u00a0 He turned it around and around, staring at the smooth, pale skin.\u00a0 The illusion was incredible.\u00a0 Now he quickly inserted his left arm, eagerly pushing it as far as it would go before seating all the fingers in place.<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>The head of the suit flopped beneath his chin but he was lost staring at the bosom.\u00a0 He hadn’t realized before but,\u00a0 unlike the rest of the suit, these are solid.\u00a0 But not like the pearls.\u00a0 He reached up, watching his arms until he touched the front of the dress.\u00a0 The suit’s breasts were semi-solid and spongy, not what he’d expect real breasts to feel like but it was <\/span>something<\/span><\/i> and in his heightened state, he could stop touching them.\u00a0 Squeezing them.\u00a0 Massaging them until he found the little bumps near the center of each – the nipples.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His breath was hot and fast with his cock aching against his body beneath the front of the suit.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>Craig took the head in his hands lifting it until it touched his face.\u00a0 He pressed and then reached behind to tug it in place.\u00a0 While it might not be a real blow-up doll, he could see himself stroking his cock through the suit while playing the the breasts and imagining-<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The boy blinked and stared down at himself.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“But, the eyes weren’t clear,” he said.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The lips sealed themselves to him, full and curved.\u00a0 He coughed when the mouth pushed into his own mouth until he swallowed and his tongue lifted and flexed.\u00a0 Pressure surrounded him as the suit connected to his body and <\/span>pushed<\/i><\/b> inward.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh, god!” Craig gasped, raising his head with his mouth open and his pure, blue eyes wide.\u00a0 The pearls clinked softly against his delicate neck while his Adam’s apple crunched quietly and faded away.\u00a0 His voice cracked and raised in pitch.\u00a0 “What’s- what’s happening to-“<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His chin lifted while his cheekbones pushed forward and his fleshy cheeks tightened.\u00a0 The effect spread down from his head in a wave of invisible hooks.\u00a0 He shook and his breasts jiggled beneath his soft dress.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“No, no, no!” he shouted, grabbing at the bulge of his crotch beneath his shrinking stomach.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He could feel the flesh moving against his belly, soft skin sliding against smooth skin.\u00a0 Shrinking.\u00a0 Twisting.\u00a0 He stood, pawing at the front of his dress.\u00a0 He grabbed the bottom and lifted to see the white panties beneath.\u00a0 They bulged slightly over his cock but were already pulling flat.\u00a0 He shrieked, his voice high and pure, and pulled at the front of the panties to see his hairless mound and the recessed line of his pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before he could try to touch himself to see if it was really gone, the suit clenched around his hips and he moaned while shoving his ass out.\u00a0 With his dress lifted, he could just barely see the curve of his rounded, taut cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig took a step towards the small mirror on his desk.\u00a0 He stumbled but caught himself on the edge of his bed.\u00a0 He could feel his toes flexing while his arches shortened and he stared down to see the gray heels covering his feet growing solid.\u00a0 He took another step, wobbling on the heels with their stems pressing into the carpet.\u00a0 His knees wavered, turning out and then in as he tried another step.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His chest pulled him forward.\u00a0 Craig stood straight and his back relaxed slightly when his breasts lay flat against his body.\u00a0 Another step on awkward legs brought him close enough to grab the mirror with his slim fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was <\/span>her.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He stared at the face in the mirror and only saw the woman – her dark lashes, full red lips and the sparkling earrings attached to her lobes.\u00a0 Her blonde, faux bob hair was perfectly curled around her neck and he could <\/span>feel<\/i><\/b> the hair brushing his bare skin.\u00a0 He angled the mirror down to see the generous cleavage and then below to her slim stomach.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His heart raced and he saw the woman’s chest rising and falling in return.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The mirror dropped from Craig’s nerveless fingers.\u00a0 He reached behind him, feeling for the zipper but all he touched was the dress and, higher, bare skin beneath his neck.\u00a0 His fingers scrabbled upwards until he felt a small bump beneath his hair.\u00a0 He pressed and the bump hardened.\u00a0 The more he pressed, the more he could feel the shape of a zipper’s slider.\u00a0 When he snatched his hand away in shock, it vanished to leave smooth skin and perfect hair behind.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“What the shit?” he shouted with the woman’s beautiful voice.\u00a0 He pressed his hand against his mouth to feel her smooth palms against his curved, full lips.\u00a0 With a cautious, curious movement, he slid his hand back and forth, amazed at how sensitive it felt.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“No, no fucking way, no,” he said, reaching once more for the spot on his head.\u00a0 The slider appeared with force and he pulled, feeling the suit separating as he unzipped until he folded in half against his body, just beneath his limp, twitching penis.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig sat and pulled his legs free and then up against his chest and his bulging belly.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Fuck.\u00a0 What the fuck,” he gasped, still breathing hard.\u00a0 “What the fuck is that?”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His mind was blank as he stared at the inside of the rubbery suit where it was bunched on the floor.\u00a0 He refused to think of anything while he tried to calm himself until, nearly thirty minutes later, he grabbed the suit and stuffed it into the box, closing the lid and shoving it completely beneath the bed.\u00a0 Once finished, he slipped under covers and stared at the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It had all felt incredibly real.\u00a0 The weight of her tits had pulled at his back and his thighs had pressed together with nothing between them.\u00a0 He jerked and reached down, suddenly fearing that it was gone but his fist closed over his cock and he sighed in relief.\u00a0 It stirred, unfolding as he remembered how she had looked.\u00a0 As he remembered the way her pussy had looked in the brief glimpse he’d had.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig closed his eyes and masturbated slowly, picturing all of it again.\u00a0 He moaned and froze the image of her bare legs in his mind, using that to imagine sliding into her.\u00a0 Remembering the way his voice sounded but turning it into moans of pleasure until he came, jerking and gasping and digging his heels into the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Once finished, he lay there, exhausted.\u00a0 Mind reeling.\u00a0 But, slowly, slowly he fell into deep sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The next day at school, Craig found his mind wandering.\u00a0 He caught himself staring at other girls at random times.\u00a0 Comparing himself to them.\u00a0 Her.\u00a0 Comparing <\/span>her<\/i><\/b> to them.\u00a0 She’d looked older, perhaps twenty-eight.\u00a0 Mature in an important, unknowable way.\u00a0 Her figure showed it.\u00a0 Her breasts were larger than almost every other girl at his school.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Was it real?<\/span><\/i> he asked himself towards the end of the day.\u00a0 He realized he’d been in such a panic that the details escaped him.\u00a0 <\/span>It unzipped.\u00a0 I was able to take it off.\u00a0 Maybe- Maybe I should try it again.\u00a0 I could take pictures with my phone and then use those.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He started to become excited at the idea and began to watch the clock, bouncing his foot anxiously until the day ended and he rushed him, slowing only when he saw his dad’s car still home.\u00a0 Craig walked away, wandering the neighborhood before checking at home again to see the spot empty.\u00a0 He rushed inside, stepping out of his shoes and closing his bedroom door while dropping his backpack.\u00a0 His smartphone was older with a cracked screen and a cloudy camera but it worked.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Once more, he stripped, folding his clothes properly to lay them on the bed before taking the suit out.\u00a0 He stepped into it, pressing his toes in properly before holding one arm in place and then the other.\u00a0 The entire suit strained over his body with the belly bulging outward until he pressed the face in place and it sealed around him.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The now-familiar tightening sensation returned and he shrunk, losing inches as the dress and necklace separated from the suit.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig pressed his reddened lips together while breathing through his nose.\u00a0 He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, trying to hold himself together until it was too much and he moaned, falling to the bed while hugging his slim body.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When he hunched forward, muscles twinged uncomfortably, forcing him to sit straight.\u00a0 He slowed his breathing with his hands on his lap and then searched the dress until he found a zipper hidden behind a flap on the back.\u00a0 He unzipped himself and then pulled the dress aside to stare down at his body.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She<\/i><\/b> wore no bra so his breasts were bare and perfect and firm and, when he reached up to touch them, warm and soft to the touch.\u00a0 His light brown nipples lay flat in the center of the wide areola while he slowly caressed himself.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Amazing,” he gasped with her voice.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He leaned back to stare at her smooth, firm stomach and the white panties.\u00a0 His heart raced and a strange sensation was pulsing deep within his belly.\u00a0 He waited, staring at his thighs before touching them.\u00a0 Stroking them.\u00a0 Running his fingertips over the incredibly smooth skin.\u00a0 Finally, with his heart in his throat, he slipped out of the panties.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig grabbed his phone, reaching out to angle it between his thighs.\u00a0 He spread his legs and watched as the skin <\/span>opened<\/span><\/i> to show slim, pink lips hidden behind larger rounded lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered while taking pictures.\u00a0 He turned the camera to see his face, shying away from a moment before firming and staring down.\u00a0 “You’re beautiful.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The boy tried different expressions while staring at the camera.\u00a0 She was naturally attractive even if he simply let his face relax but her smile was breathtaking.\u00a0 The camera clicked away as he turned his face one way and then another, dipping his head and then blowing a kiss.\u00a0 Another picture had him licking his lips and then next he lifted his breast.\u00a0 And then yet another while pushing his head down in an effort to lick his own nipple.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig slid back to lay on his bed with his legs spread.\u00a0 He stared at his vagina and then slid a finger down to open himself.\u00a0 The lips parted and he groaned before turning back to stare at the pink hole within.\u00a0 He squeezed and the hole constricted until he felt muscles slipping together within.\u00a0 Warmth suffused his body.\u00a0 Licking his lips, he slid a shaking finger down to press inside.\u00a0 He clenched against the finger automatically and gasped, dropping the camera.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The boy forced himself to relax while pressing the tip of his finger inside until he realized he was dry.\u00a0 He brought his finger to his mouth to wet it but stopped and smelled it, intrigued by the scent of <\/span>her.<\/i><\/b>\u00a0 It was sweet with a sharp undertone and he licked it carefully.\u00a0 And then he moaned, sliding his finger into his mouth.\u00a0 <\/span>That<\/i><\/b> felt good and he found himself rubbing his finger back and forth against his tongue while clenching his other hand against his thigh.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Finally, he brought the finger down but was amazed to find wetness already waiting for him.\u00a0 He pushed and moaned again when his finger sunk inside.\u00a0 It was such an alien, unique feeling and he loved it.\u00a0 Despite only being able to push halfway past the first knuckle, he worked the finger back and forth, moaning quietly.\u00a0 His hips moved slowly in their own rhythm, back and forth to match his finger.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Ow!” he snapped, snatching his finger out.\u00a0 His nail had scratched inside and <\/span>that<\/span><\/i> wasn’t pleasant.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Still, it was enough.\u00a0 He had enough pictures for months of masturbation.\u00a0 He reached up, feeling for the zipper beneath his hair and he pulled, groaning as it released him.\u00a0 Once done, he folded it carefully with the clothes and lay it inside the box.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The woman in the pictures was sexier than he could imagine.\u00a0 He grew hard quickly while flicking between the pictures, staring at her face.\u00a0 At his face.\u00a0 And then between her thighs when he reached those pictures.\u00a0 Grunting and pulling and stroking.\u00a0 It was so very different from how his finger had felt inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When he came, he cleaned up and lay still on top of his blanket.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Without a word, he pulled the suit free and once more slipped into it.\u00a0 He could barely feel the way it compressed around him now and he stared down, once more, at his breasts and thighs.\u00a0 Leaning back, his tits pulled to the side and now he played with them, toying with his nipples and moaning when they hardened.\u00a0 His free hand slid down to his pussy and he rubbed himself carefully.\u00a0 His erect nipples shot electricity to the roof of his mouth and down to his sex, increasing his pleasure as he touched himself and, once more, he pressed a finger inside, shoving down to keep his nail from touching anything.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He was already wet and it felt amazing.\u00a0 Craig lost himself in it, pinching and pulling and rubbing his nipple while fingering himself.\u00a0 There was a small, building pressure as the pleasure increased.\u00a0 He whined and rubbed a second finger against his pussy but didn’t dare try to push it inside.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

After a long time, he pulled his hands away and lay still.\u00a0 He wasn’t sure if he’d had an orgasm or not but it didn’t matter; he felt so relaxed and good and warm.\u00a0 The boy brought his finger to his mouth, licking it slowly before slipping it between his lips to lick until it was completely clean.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The next day, on Friday, he found himself blushing periodically throughout the day.\u00a0 He felt strange and different, as if he held a secret beyond just the strange suit.\u00a0 A secret knowledge.\u00a0 Once more he stared at the girls in his class and he knew what they felt like.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No, he realized.\u00a0 He knew what their sex felt like.\u00a0 Part of it.\u00a0 A small fraction of it.\u00a0 And even that was addicting.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Later that night, Craig slipped into the suit again.\u00a0 He stood on his carpet.\u00a0 Barefoot.\u00a0 His heart hammered in his chest but he ignored it as he dressed himself, slipping the panties over his legs until they were snug on his crotch.\u00a0 Next, he slid the dress on, zipping it up and pulling it tight against the wide curves of his waist.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Oh god,” he said, with her voice.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The heels were last.\u00a0 He slipped his small feet into the toes and fumbled with the buckles until they were tight.\u00a0 The boy stood and stumbled and fell.\u00a0 And then tried again.\u00a0 And again.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now standing, Craig settled his dress and stepped.\u00a0 His leg wobbled but he straightened it and took another step.\u00a0 For the next hour, he walked through the house on carpet and tile until he found himself stepping gracefully.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Stairs were the next challenge.\u00a0 He held the rail tight while stepping up and then down once he reached the top.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He spent the evening inside, walking and bending and crouching until he was mostly comfortable with the motions.\u00a0 At one point, he stopped to make food for himself but found himself unable to finish all of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig woke Saturday morning, stretching and twisting in bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His breasts slid against him and he shrieked, barely covering his mouth in time to muffle the sound.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He’d gone to bed wearing the suit without even realizing what he’d done.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In an adrenaline fueled panic, he unzipped himself and placed the suit back in the box with the clothes.\u00a0 He’d had the presence of mind to undress but still wore the suit to bed and that bothered him somewhat.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He showered and dressed and ate before leaving for work – a full shift today that left him exhausted when he came back to an empty house.\u00a0 His dad would be out with his buddies drinking, he knew.\u00a0 As always, he wouldn’t be back until the morning, completely and utterly wasted.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig pulled the box out to stare at it.\u00a0 He opened it but sat back on the bed once more.\u00a0 Now that he stared at it from an angle, he saw something small tucked into the side.\u00a0 He reached in and pulled out a small blue purse.\u00a0 The boy unzipped the purse to find a thin wallet with only a driver’s license inside.\u00a0 His eyes bulged when he saw the issued date listed with the current date.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Tamara Wilson?” he said out loud, staring at the name.\u00a0 There was even a signature.\u00a0 And a birthday in March.\u00a0 She was twenty-six years old.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A cold finger touched his spine.\u00a0 Craig hid the ID and grabbed a piece of paper to write the name from the card.\u00a0 He turned the ID back over and cursed as he compared the signatures.\u00a0 They were nearly a perfect match.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Shit,” he said finally.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig lay back against his bed with his hands on his belly.\u00a0 He’d practiced walking around the house yesterday for a specific purpose but now that it was time to do what he’d planned, he was terrified and finding the driver’s license only made it worse.\u00a0 It felt- he struggled with the right word until settling on way – disconcertingly inevitable.\u00a0 As if the decision had been taken away from him.\u00a0 As if he were being forced down a path he hadn’t chosen.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Except, that’s not right,” he said out loud.\u00a0 “<\/span>I<\/i><\/b> chose to buy the box.\u00a0 <\/span>I<\/i><\/b> chose to try wearing it.\u00a0 And to try wearing it outside.\u00a0 Even before I found the purse.\u00a0 Whatever this is, it’s just trying to help me.\u00a0 That’s all.\u00a0 This is still my choice.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And yet, he lay there for twenty minutes before pushing himself out of bed to slip into the suit.\u00a0 It was seamless to him now, sealing against every part of his body as he inserted them until finally fusing to his face.\u00a0 He dressed quickly, stepped into his heels, grabbed the purse in his fist and walked towards the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The cool evening air greeted him and he froze, suddenly anxious.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

What if I’m imagining all of this?\u00a0 What if someone can tell what I’m doing?\u00a0 What if I’m really wearing a weird suit and it looks good to me but fake to everyone else?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He took a step.\u00a0 And another until he was walking down the path to the sidewalk and turning left.\u00a0 His real wallet was in the purse with the other one.\u00a0 He held the purse in his hand until slinging it over his shoulder to hold it against his side.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Nice legs, sexy!” a random man yelled from a passing car.\u00a0 It took seconds before Craig realized he was who the man was speaking to.\u00a0 He flushed red to the tips of his ears but kept walking.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Further down the sidewalk, foot traffic increased and he caught men staring at him.\u00a0 And a few women.\u00a0 His skin crawled at the attention but he tried to ignore it as he stood trembling at the intersection.\u00a0 Once the light changed, he lurched forward but told himself to calm down and walk like he’d practiced.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Four blocks away he reached the bar.\u00a0 He stopped, fumbling for his purse but the doorman waved him on.\u00a0 “No charge for women tonight, honey, go on in.\u00a0 I like your hair, by the way.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Th- thanks,” Craig said, his blush returning.\u00a0 As he passed, the doorman’s eyes slid down to his chest and Craig burned.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I need to buy a bra,<\/span><\/i> he told himself but froze inside when he realized what he’d thought.\u00a0 He shook his head and continued inside, once again drawing attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Don’t see them look like that these days,” a gruff voice said several tables away.\u00a0 “Nice.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig could feel the eyes against him, as if they were a physical touch that wandered his body from the curve of his neck to his bulging breasts and down to his wide hips and generous ass.\u00a0 He felt naked in his blue dress.\u00a0 His legs were exposed beneath them and his calves showed, propped up by his heels.\u00a0 The panties pressed between his ass, leaving the cheeks as bare as his legs.\u00a0 Anyone could see if he lifted the dress.\u00a0 Anyone.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His heart beat quickly as he held himself straight.\u00a0 He could feel it pounding beneath his breasts but also in his throat and his cheeks – thrumming, roaring, burning.\u00a0 His perfectly curled hair brushed against his forehead and neck, startling him suddenly.\u00a0 He almost missed a step but steadied himself and continued winding through the tables.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As he walked, he cast subtle glances at everyone else.\u00a0 Especially the women and his cheeks brightened further.\u00a0 His dress seemed out of place, decades old and more – from another era entirely.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How did I never notice all the different clothes they wear?<\/span><\/i> he asked himself.\u00a0 They wore shorts and blue jeans and slacks and skirts and dresses and things he didn’t know the names for.\u00a0 The accessories were even more varied.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig reached the bar.\u00a0 He placed one hand on the stool while watching a woman close to his age – to <\/span>her<\/span><\/i> age – in the far corner.\u00a0 She wore bracelets with multiple studs in her ears and a sleeveless top that dipped far down between her breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He stared.\u00a0 And he wondered how <\/span>he<\/span><\/i> would look in the outfit.\u00a0 With the bracelets.\u00a0 Whether he could get his ears pierced and how it would feel.\u00a0 There were other outfits he tried to memorize for the future as well.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, breaking his reverie.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“I’m- I’m twenty- twenty-six,” Craig said, turning and digging through the purse to find the second wallet.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Aww, now I have to look at your ID because that sounds like you’re faking it,” the man said while shaking his head.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig’s hand shook as he pulled the woman’s ID out.\u00a0 The bartender took it, lifting it while shining a blacklight against the front of it.\u00a0 He grunted and handed it back.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Sorry, just have to make sure,” he told Craig.\u00a0 “What can I get for you, darlin’?”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Something, um, something sweet,” he said, erring on the side of caution.\u00a0 Women drank sweet things, he thought, and he worried ordering something harder would dispel the illusion.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

After a while, a squat glass was set before him, filled with blue liquid.\u00a0 He sipped at it and nodded his thanks, holding it in his hand to drink while looking around the bar.\u00a0 Men glanced away when he stared at them and he looked away in return, embarrassed for both of them.\u00a0 He worked on his drink slowly, relaxing with the alcohol until someone stepped up next to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Hey, I noticed you sitting alone,” the voice said.\u00a0 Craig continued to look around the room, oblivious to the man standing beside him until he cleared his throat.\u00a0 “Excuse me?\u00a0 Ma’am?”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig choked on his drink before setting it down and staring briefly at the man beside him.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Just that I saw you alone and wondered if you’d like some company and a refill?” the man said with a warm smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“N-n-no th- thank you,” Craig stuttered, eyes wide.\u00a0 He barely looked into the man’s eyes before staring at the floor and running his finger over his ear to settle his hair into place.\u00a0 His heart thrummed against his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Alright, but, if you change your mind, I’m sitting over there,” the man told him.\u00a0 Craig glanced where he pointed before nodding silently.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

After waiting for a few minutes, Craig finished his drink quickly.\u00a0 He set down seven dollars, gathered his purse and left, stumbling once before straightening and walking through the door.\u00a0 More people stared at him on the way home but, when he was safe in his room, he stripped out of the suit again to lay naked beneath his covers.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It had been so incredibly <\/span>thrilling<\/i><\/b> and terrifying at the same time but he’d done it.\u00a0 He’d done it and <\/span>enjoyed<\/i><\/b> it.\u00a0 The attention.\u00a0 The feeling of being out there.\u00a0 Of being watched.\u00a0 Of being different.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Ma’am,” he whispered while rubbing his stomach.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He would buy himself a bra.\u00a0 He knew he would.\u00a0 Now that he’d tried it, he couldn’t stop.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Tomorrow,” he told himself, picturing it in his mind.\u00a0 Walking out of the house to the bus stop to get a ride to the shopping plaza near downtown.\u00a0 Wearing the suit.\u00a0 Walking into a store to look around.\u00a0 As <\/span>her.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He held his hands out in front of his face, high above.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Tamara Wilson,” he said, turning his hands over, staring at the difference in the hair on the back of his hands and along his forearms in comparison to her smooth, hairless skin.\u00a0 “Tamara Wilson.”<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig slid out of bed to kneel in front of the box.\u00a0 He lifted the suit and set it on the floor to finally look at what was beneath.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A large black cat’s mask stared back at him.\u00a0 He pulled it out to set aside and stare at the large, exaggerated paws before continuing.\u00a0 The next was a dog’s muzzle looking out at him.\u00a0 There were faint traces of a human’s face in the details but the extended muzzle was clearly dog-like with a doberman’s markings.\u00a0 Beneath that was a bunny girl’s long ears and cute little face.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He held the last in his hands, folded in his lap.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

None of them were what he’d expected but, after what he’d already experienced, he wasn’t sure <\/span>what<\/i><\/b> to expect any more.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Craig pulled the bunny suit on, sighing as he found the hidden holes in the huge paws where his fingers were held in place.\u00a0 He held the head in the paws, taking several deep breaths before pushing the mask up against his face.\u00a0 He waited but nothing happened and he let the head drop.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was obvious when he thought about it.\u00a0 What he needed to do.\u00a0 He let the suit drop before gracefully stepping into Tamara’s suit, moaning as it sealed around him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And now he held the bunny outfit in his hands.\u00a0 And he smiled with his full, red lips as he took the first step.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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